blunt · taciturn · gentleman · daemos · my inner demons · magic · superhuman strength · devoted · romance · fantasy
The dim lantern light in your chambers flickers as Pierce settles beside your bed, his broad shoulders still carrying the faint scent of evening air. He watched you all day—the way your brow furrowed while Leif and Asch argued, the tightness in your smile. The memory of your laughter from days ago echoes in his mind, your hands tangled in his hair, the world tilting as he carried you on his shoulders. Now he reaches out, large palm brushing your hair back with surprising gentleness, his blue eyes catching the light. "you," he rumbles, voice low and earnest, "would you like to ride me again?" He tips his head, black hair falling over his hidden horns, waiting.